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About Peter Sanford Kahrmann

Writer, disability rights advocate, civil rights advocate.

Truth Makes Things Grow

He returns the cup of coffee to its saucer, looks at the younger man, and smiles. “Life is like soil, what you put in tells what you grow. But don’t ever come a time you have say over everything.”

The younger man leans back in his chair, looks out the diner window at the overcast sky just now  spilling rain, shakes his head, and looks back at the older man. “So there’s no such thing as certainty.”

Not all the way. Look at those folks figurin’ they make enough money all will be well. Never works. That Ralph Lauren fella made lots of clothes but never made happiness. If you ain’t happy bein’ you it don’t amount to a hill a beans what you wearin’. Years back I was in the street, homeless they call is these days, wadn’t easy by any means, but I had some fine friendships that knew loyalty and ya don’t see much loyalty these days. Lotta users though. People playin’ friends, playin’ love and keep playin’ as long as they get what they want from you. Then they’re gone, mist in the morning gone.”

So if you like somebody, want to know somebody more’n you do,  love somebody even, whataya do? “

Say so.”

Say so?”

Sure. Ain’t no point in bein’ anybody but who you are and if you have feelin’ thoughts like that, say’m. That’s what you feed your soil with, truth. Best thing there is cause when truth makes things grow they’s things you can count on, believe in.”

It stopped raining.”

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We Are Not Cottage Industries

A few years ago I was talking with a woman whose husband suffered a brain injury. She said, “The moment he got his disability he became a cottage industry.”  While the definition of a cottage industry involves work done at home, the point she was making was and is spot-on accurate. People with disabilities are often seen as a way of making money.

As those of you who are regular readers this blog know, I live with a brain injury and have worked in the field for 15 years, for the most part in the arena of New York’s Traumatic Brain Injury Waiver, a welcome form of Medicaid reimbursement that funds services designed to help survivors of brain injury remain in the community and grow their independence.  Companies and individuals who provide waiver services run from the gamut, from superbs to slugs. The superbs are those who really work to help someone grow his or her independence which results in their actually needing less services over time. The slugs are those who pile on as many services as possible, often more than any person, brain injured or not, can handle, or, for that matter, needs. The slugs do all they can to keep survivors in their program and have no intention whatsoever of helping them increase their independence.  I call it community-based warehousing.

A perfect example of a slug provider at work was an example cited in an April blog post.

“I know someone who lived with a brain injury. She is extremely bright and nobody’s fool. Were she in a coma she could likely outwit 99 percent of the people I know. Anyway, she was attending a day program and made it known she wanted to get a part time job. So the program tells this woman that they will clear out a little office space they have and set it up with candy and soda so she can sell the items a few hours a week and she can keep some of the money. This woman said to me, “Do they think I’m stupid or what? Do they think I don’t know that the only reason they’re offering this is so they can bill for the hours I’m in selling their damned candy?” In other words, all this Albany-based provider cared about was not losing the money they would lose if this woman had a part time job in the, wait for it, community!”

This same provider enlisted some in their program to clean their offices, paid them a pittance, and reported them as people that had successfully returned to the workforce. Oh, the program billed Medicaid for the time the survivors were cleaning their offices. Bill trumps humanity on too many fronts.

We are not cottage industries, we are human beings.

There are some extraordinary providers who know this. Cortland Community Re-Entry Program in Cortland is wonderful, Living Resources in the Albany area is too, and  so is the Long Island-based program, RES. They know we are not cottage industries and they also know something else too. By providing high quality services, people with brain injuries grow their independence, the word gets out, and more people want to go to their programs.

If you are inclined to blame the current state of affairs solely on the New York State Department of Health, don’t. Like most state agencies,  in my view, they are, through no fault of their own, understaffed and overworked. It is not easy for them to send out the number of survey teams they’d like to in order to take the slugs to task and praise the superbs.

The responsibility of making a slug a superb falls on all our shoulders. The dysfunction of dehumanization needs to be brought into the light. If you are someone who knows of this type of dysfunction and you are unsure of what to do with it, or you are scared of what might happen if you do act, drop me a line.

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Memo to Pope Benedict XVI: Stop Whining & Look Up Deplorable

Pope Benedict XVI called last Thursday’s raid by the Belgium police of the home and former office of the recently retired archbishop, Goldfried Danneels, “surprising and deplorable.” Surprising, yes. Delightfully so because it is about time. Deplorable? Anything but. Jean-Marc Meilleur, a spokesman for the Brussels prosecutor’s office, said the raid followed recent statements "that are related to the sexual abuse of children within the church."

Deplorable would have been not conducting the raid which confiscates hundreds of files along with the retired archbishop’s computer. Deplorable is the ongoing cover-up of pedophilia by the Catholic church. Deplorable is the abuse of children. Deplorable is a man who has got the gall to, on the one hand, call himself the vicar of Christ on earth, while on the other, he does all he can to cover up child abuse. Let’s not forget that in his days as Cardinal Ratzinger, the Pope did not punish or even have a trial within the church for a Wisconsin priest who may have molested as many as 200 boys. Vicar of Christ on earth? Are you kidding me? The New York Times reports that “In 1996, Cardinal Ratzinger failed to respond to two letters about the case from Rembert G. Weakland, Milwaukee’s archbishop at the time.” That’s deplorable.

Enough said – for now.

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Memo to Chris Matthews: Sssssh

I think Chris Matthews is a good man. He’s been the host of Hardball with Chris Matthews since 1997 and his love for politics and country is evident and admirable. I like him. However, he has never met a sentence he wants to finish speaking or a question he wants to finish asking. Given the bursting-at-the-seams loudness of his delivery, he  clearly graduated the How to Avoid Whispering Workshop at the head of the class.

He interrupts guests all the time. It is a small miracle that, to my knowledge, no guest has ever gone across the table and throttled him. Christopher, please! Why do you ask me a question when you have no intention of letting me answer it?!

If you watch and listen closely, you will notice that some guests rush their answers, as if they are running as fast as they can so they don’t get caught in the breaking  wave of a Matthews’ interruption.

Please, Christopher, let people talk. Don’t interrupt. And for God sakes, don’t drink coffee.

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A Citizen of Writing

Writing is a place I’ve been visiting for quite awhile now. I’ve discovered that if you visit often enough you look up one day, and you’re a citizen of writing. I’d have it no other way.

Being a writer simply means one thing: write. What you do with it is up to you. Whether you send it out for publication, keep your work in a drawer, or throw it away,  you’re still a writer. It is easy to get trapped in the propaganda quicksand of marketing and making money and the quest for fame. And if you do become famous and make lots of money, what, in the long run, would that mean?  In the long run, not a damn thing. Because in the long run you’ll be gone, but your writing won’t.  And that there’s some good news.

I have a wide-ranging relationship with writing. Sometimes  my words become journal entries, poems, short stories, books, memoir, essays. And of course there are the blog pieces, many of them op-ed in nature as they take some to task, put folks on the spot. Oh well…

Now I’ve been on my own for a long time now, since I was 16 to be exact. That’s forty years and counting. I think people who find themselves without family find places of refuge, some healthy some not. God knows I sought refuge in some unhealthy places. But there were some healthy places of refuge too: writing, reading, music and the sanctuary of nature.

It’s nice being a citizen of writing, of reading, of music, nature,  life.

My thought for you, my dear reader? Remember to live. You are a citizen of life, and maybe writing too.

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